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(doesnt include the intro part)
step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the
contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view of the crumbling
difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where
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mariah says shes dying, through the door i hear her crying why, i dont know.
'round here, we always stand up straight.
thats it! the whole song is the same as that enjoy.